Piers Nivans x Reader Part 1/3 [Being Whole Again ~ Revenge]

1. A New Hope

Your P.O.V.

Your bare feet burned as you run down the hallway. It feels like thousand needles covered in pure alcohol slammed into your sensitive skin. But your want for freedom was stronger than the pain you currently experience. "Come back! I'm want to help you!" a low voice called. You pick up your speed, if even possible, and almost fly up the stairs. It took a moment for you to debate if you should open the door slow and quiet or fast and loud, but you don't have to decide since the door creaked at the lightest motion. Dashing through the door you were blended by the sunlight. The sun stood low at the horizon and you couldn't make out if it was early in the morning or late noon since you lost you sense of time months ago.You know you had no time to waste. On your right there was a colourful window and the way was blocked with a few chairs. A church maybe ? 'Think about that later, (y/n). If you will be able to.' You panicked as you heard a shattering noise no too far away from you. On your left was more hallway. You couldn't run forever. So you started to climb the pile of chairs in front of you. You begin to taste blood and assumed that it must be from the punch earlier. One to your cheekbone and another on the back of your head. Trying to ignore it you climbed faster. You finally stood in front of the big window. Nervously you searched for a handle or something to open it but then realization hits you. The man right on your tail wasn't heard anywhere. Maybe he was rigt behind you. Maybe he is aiming on you right now.
Beads of sweat run down your temple and to increase your panick you heard shots. With the last bit of logic you suspressed you scream an reached for a random chair. It was heavy but the adrenaline floading your body did a good job of not letting it become the upper hand. You have a firm grip chair and turned around yourself to gather more power. You spin around and let the chair fly to the window. The noise of breaking glass makes you sigh in relief. 'Don't give up now, (y/n). You can do this.' Then there are these shots again but this time you noticed that they come from the outside. The cool air creeps in your already shaking body. 'Well, a thin layer of cloth isn't the right outfit to go hiking in the snow.' you mentally joked weakly as you looked down at your ripped dress. It once was white but now with all the dirt and blood you could also say it was a light brown. Your (e/c) orbs scanned the new area. You found a way down to the streets. But, well, you aren't sure if a simple haystack would do it. But a noise behind you leaves you no other choice.
Both of your burning feet planted firmly on the window ledge you take a deep breath. Whether you land hard on the ground and break multiple bones or the guy who chases you catches you, it doesn't matter anymore. Either you are dead or you are dead. 'Win-win situation, isn't it ?' you thought trying to encourage yourself.
You let yourself fall face first. With a thud you landed safe and sound in the haystack. You even managed not to scream. You are alive. But what now ?
You scanned the area. Your (e/c) eyes search hard for some kind of weapon or a place to hide. Everything you see are a few ruins and a few pieces of concrete. Your feet still burned like hell but now that you are outside nothing can stop you. The shots you heard earlier never died away completely. On your adrenaline high you decided to walk towards the noise. Even though it really didn't made sense. This town could be filled with people hired to kill you. Or worse, to bring you back here.
Deep in your thoughts you almost tripped over a bow. It looked very simple, wooden and outworn but it could help. Picking up your new item with shaking hands you look around for arrows. You read a book about how to make them by yourself, but you neither had the items nor the concentracion for that task. Conveniently there were arrows. Right next to a corpse. Great. Just fucking awesome. You sigh but walk towards the corpse. It didn't look that creepy, but that smell ! 'I think I'm not the only one who would appreciate a shower. Without company.' You close your eyes at the memory and go to pick up the arrows with also were in a quiver. Lucky devil. At least this time.
Just as your fingers reach the leather band a groan make you freeze. You grab the quiver and quickly turned around. This time you couldn't ignore the scream that creeps up your throat.
You scream and run. Fast. So fast that you jump through a window. Last time it was ok so you have no fear. Then you realise that this time there isn't a haystack. Shit. You fall and land hard.
Your vision blurred. You hear heavy footsteps of many boots in a steady rhythm. A large figure kneels down beside you. It looks maskuline. You would panick if you were able to. Trying to move only results in a splitting headache. Your already stressed muscels give up on you and you lay on the ground like a potatoe. A shot of a heavy gun lets you flinch lightly. The splattering noise and a satisfied huff next to you lets you assume that the thing isn't following you anymore.
"Captain! We got a wounded civilian here!"
Another very maskuline figure stands above you in a flash.
"Ok. Finn take her. Men! We are moving back to base! We can't do anything here right now."
"But Captian...!" The Captain cut the protesting voice off. "No Piers. We are moving back. That's an order."
After that your hearing fades away. The last thing you notice is that you are being lift off the ground and carried away.

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To be continued....